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Ben Mitchell was one of those people that you couldn’t take your eyes off. On the dance floor of the Albert he was in his element. Men watched him, dancing away, sexily grinding up against whichever man had the luck of catching his eye that night, annoyed it wasn’t them that was being worked up and invited back to his flat. Ben had a confidence about him. He may not be the best looking man, the tallest, richest, most charming, but he had the charisma. When he went out on the pull, he had the pick of the place, he rarely got turned down, and when he was, there was another bloke there to jump at the chance. There were lots of men like him on the scene, going home with a different man every night, never making a connection, just looking for sex. Callum Highway was not one of those men.
He was a baby gay. Up until recently he had been engaged to a woman and only now realised that he only loved Whitney as a friend and wasn’t in love with her. He hadn’t known the difference up until then. It took a visit from Vicky, the sister of the man he was beginning to have feelings for in the army, to tell him that he had died, for him to know that what he felt for Whit was completely different. Callum was a virgin when he met Whitney. At 28 he had never slept with anyone, man or woman. He never knew why he wasn’t interested in sex, and the longer he left it, the less he cared. Whitney was beautiful, she was funny and sweet, and when she wanted to have sex with Callum it made perfect sense. He couldn’t believe he had left it so late, when he came for the first time thanks to somebody else’s body, it was a revelation. He had only had his own hand for company up until that point, and he easily confused his feelings of being intimate for falling in love. It sounds harsh on poor Whitney, but she was the first person to show Callum any real love or affection, so it was easy to misinterpret. Luckily, when Callum worked out what he did and didn’t want, and he told Whitney, she was able to see he hadn’t set out to hurt her, and was supportive. They are the best of friends.
Callum had gone to the Albert for the first time with Whitney. They lived local, and she thought it would be a good idea to try and find out what sort of man Callum was interested in. They went on a Saturday night, the place was busy, they found a table though, got some drinks in and settled down to do some people watching. Callum spotted a shorter man, in a striped shirt, snogging a taller man on the dance floor, he didn’t get a good look at either of them before the shorter man took the other’s hand and led them out of the door. He admired his confidence though, being so decisive.
As he watched the men leave, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned to look who was trying to get his attention, and was greeted by a pretty pair of green eyes and a handsome face. The man was tall, not as tall as he was, but not far off. He lent down and asked if Callum and his friend wanted a drink. Whitney answer on his behalf, yes please, and the man went off to the bar. Callum had a mini panic, but Whit calmed him down, reminded him that that was what they were there for, seeing if Callum could find someone he fancied, to find out who he fancied. He wasn’t going to find anything out if he didn’t at least try to engage in some chat and conversation with men. Mr green eyes returned with the drinks, and introduced him as Dean. He was confident, had a swagger, and the longer Callum looked and talked to him, the better looking he became.
Whitney noticed a spark between them, and after half an hour of being ignored, she touched Callum’s leg to get his attention and said she was going to get off, but he should stay and enjoy himself. Callum offered to walk her home, but as she only lived round the corner, she assured him that she would be ok, don’t worry. Callum nodded, gave her a hug, and she left him talking to the handsome stranger. Callum hadn’t intended to go home with the man, but in for a penny and all that, he wasn’t going to know what it was like with a man until he actually did it. Dean was good looking, friendly and seemed understanding when Callum had explained that he hadn’t been with a man before. They left the bar together and went back to Dean’s place.
The night had gone well. Callum knew for certain that he was definitely gay. When he kissed Dean he immediately felt a stirring in his groin. Dean had been a considerate lover, Callum thought himself very lucky that he found someone who was willing to go slow and didn’t rush him or push him to do something he wasn’t ready for. When Dean took him cock in his mouth he almost came there and then. Even with the times he had been intimate with Whitney, he was in no way experienced, so when that warm heat enveloped him it was almost too much. Dean had sensed it, and slowed down as much as he could. If he was taking this guy’s virginity, he was going to make it good. You don’t get too many, hot adorable virgins on the scene and he wasn’t going to waste this, he was going to make this good.
The next morning, Callum tried to get Dean’s phone number, but he had to explain, that while Callum was a lovely guy, and he had a lot of fun, he wasn’t looking or anything other than a one night stand. Callum nodded understood and said goodbye. He was a little hurt, but not surprised. He wouldn’t think that hooking up with a stranger in a bar was the going to get the start of a long happy relationship. He had had a good time though, he had his first blow job from a man, gave his first blow job, and lucky for him, Dean liked to give and take. He probably found the best possible guy to have a first time with. Callum now knew what he liked in the bedroom, and he was much like Dean. He liked being fucked and doing the fucking. Basically, he was a big gay.